poem || Lawrence Upton

ask crazy questions

dreamed a dream

and there is none that could declare

edgy afternoon

or finding out

really thinking

dreamed a hard swat across the next half hour

chosen to reveal to us

how it is all too late

every clean beast can understand a kick

exerting control provokes a liberal tug on the chair

and every creeping thing bunches

to ask crazy questions of abuse

and I have seen

very reasonable prices

kicking sick stupid white men

who run the air by you

a widely flared short skirt

and all the fountains pattering the very centre of the earth

propel your body across the river

bright red material

covering your wrist firmly

dragging you know what

door open

we specialise in the dry land of heaven

obedience to the great deep broken up

how can this be happening

an answer of peace

and pharaoh said unto all too late

male and tug on the greens for causing

to lose the face of the waters